Irrelephant  

Show 5 of the Sunday Vagapocalypse is in the can and down the tubes, ready to lie in state for a fortnight, having already haunted me with a vexing variety of broadcast irregularities (like I've ever been regular) and a host of sound effects blowups.

Oh, the announcement: next Sunday's show is....well, is actually probably going to be postponed. But first, the meat of the pudding!

Stucco Disenchantment was our guest host this morning at the ungodly hour of 10:30 CST and was astoundingly devoid of lung butter! In the post-show wrapup with Nancy Dancehall, Schmoopie and my ever-loyal Co-Host Vulgar Wizard along with Helga I found out that The Sunday Vagapocalypse is the only thing that is able to rouse the slumbering Stucco from his Sunday morning bed, and that includes his wife Schmoopie prancing around nekid and/or a huge platter of Krispie Kremes. Damn, I feel powerful!  Almost as powerful as that vibrating traffic warning/marital aid/meat substitute that Stucco and his Missus purchased. 

Wow.

So anyway!

The chat room was alive and disorderly with VW ably leading the pack as always, typing skills up to the task even with a life-threatening laceration to one of her fingers.  Gordo The Geek pitched us a few floaters to add to the Catch Phrase List down below, and Stucco's guesting duties were admirably assisted by what sounded like seventeen houseguests whose delayed laughter confused the poor boy mightily.  Between the BlogTalkRadio lag, the cellular phone lag and the reading speed of his guests Stucco was hearing the response to jokes I made on last week's show I think.

Back to the (blonde) bombshell I dropped earlier--it just occurred to me as I sat to write this, and now that it's too late to announce on the show that I'm likely going to be absent for next week's Vagapocalypse.  Consternation!  Fie!  Other obscure espressions of surprise and shock!  I'd managed to forget that we have a dog show to attend in Fort Smith, Arkansas (Land of No Teeth And Winding, Directionless Roads) next Sunday, and barring a massive upset in the ring (I love my dog but I don't see her placing Best against the sort of competition we face there) we probably won't even be leaving Arkansas until noon.

SO!

This is a casting call: I need someone to host the show next Sunday with Vulgar Wizard and Helga.  If you feel up to the mightly task of talking on the phone for an hour with VW and a cast of thousands (*ahem*) then by all means let me know in the comments or via email so I can start advertising as such.  Baring an Act of Universe I'll be back with you guys for the Sunday after next, by which time I hope to have wrangled up a guest and a <em>raison d' etre</em>.

Now, without further ado:

The Sunday Vagapocalypse Weekly Catch Phrase List: Volume 1
(as lovingly and painstakingly compiled by Vulgar Wizard)

ass gaskets

ass chiggers
urinal talkers
go have a growler
Wink Martindale
zombie prom
triple x box
assless chaps
ass beret
wet naps
sex toy cone
putting the trunk to good work
French tickler
giant green dong
hard, molded plastic feathering
whisker burn

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